by Tony
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Part 1-
The first time I went to the club I was a bit nervous. I knew that the club sounded like a hot place to go, but with a name like Club Fetish, I just had to try it. My particular interest is for the male foot and Id read up on the types of fetishes the club explored and the male foot happened to be one of them.
Part 2-
It was about 11:15pm when I got there. Id heard that the later you show up, the funkier things seemed to get. I went straight to the bar and ordered a drink. My nerves were a bit frazzled and a drink would calm me down some. The club itself is sort of broken down into a dance floor on the main floor, complete with bar and rest rooms. There was a stairwell that led down to the basement area and this is where the kinky stuff went on. I made my way to the stairs and descended slowly.
The sparse light on the stairs gave me a creepy feeling, but I was determined not to chicken out! Once Id reached the bottom of the stairs, I was facing a long hallway that extended for about 75 feet. There were 5 rooms on the left and 5 on the right. Above each door hung a small black sign with green letters that stated what fetish lay behind each door. The first door on the left said "Leather Pigs" and I slowly walked past it. The first door on the right said "Fisting" and again I moved on. As I reached the next door on my left, it opened up rather abruptly and a small, frail looking man walked out. I glanced at him and then glanced at the sign above the door he'd just stepped from. It read "Pits and Tits". I sorta snickered to myself and kept walking. The next door to the right said "Whips and Chains". Jesus! Where the hell was the door that had a sign reading "Smelly Socks" or "Stomp Room" or even "Foot Fags Enter Here" ? After walking past the next two doors, I finally arrived at my destination. At my immediate left and the next to the last door on that side, read a sign above the door that simply said "Feet".
"Well, here goes nothing," I said to myself. I finished the rest of my drink and turned the knob on the door.
Part 3-
When I walked into the room, I wasn't sure what to expect. All the way to the club, I was trying to picture what the place would look like. Dirty floors and greasy curtains and smelly furniture? Who knew? Needless to say I was a bit surprised. The room was painted a sort of pearl and emerald color. It seemed very clean and I wasn't immediately grossed out as I thought I might be. There were a couple of high-backed chairs and three couches that skirted the room. There was a mat of some sort that lay in the middle of the room. It too, appeared clean and recently washed.
The room even had a pleasant, though somewhat over-powering smell of pine. The only light was a large over-head fixture that gave the room a shaded look. There were 6 people currently in the room, not counting myself. On one of the couches, a rather striking young man of about 25 or so was sitting on the edge of the couch. Another man, around 40 or so, lay on his back on the floor beside the couch. The cute guy sitting on the couch was feeding both of his feet into the mouth of the older guy. He looked up at me and smiled. "Hey," he said, "My names Travis. You can be next if you want."
Wow, he was so cute. I said nothing back to him though and looked away. In the first of the high-backed chairs, a young Hispanic man sat with his feet on the back of another man. He appeared to be using the man as footstool. I couldn't see the footstools face so I wasn't sure what he looked like or how old he was. In the other chair a young man of about 30 was forcing a young oriental man to sniff and lick his feet. The whole scene was kinda hot, but I felt like I'd grown roots and couldn't move. I felt like I was standing in cement. I was afraid not to look, but I was also afraid to look at the same time. Finally I grew strength in my legs and moved over to one of the unoccupied couches. I sat there and watched and said nothing.
Part 4-
After a few minutes, I started to feel a bit uncomfortable and decided to just leave. I didn't want to break in on any of the action and I felt like a voyeur just sitting there watching (no matter how hot it was). The door to the room suddenly opened and two guys walked in. One was tall, about 6' 2". He had dark hair and a goatee. He was wearing a white "wife-beater" and black jeans. He was also sporting black cowboy boots. About a size 13 I'd say. Very hot! The other guy was a little cuter and a bit shorter. Around 5' 10" and dark hair too! He had on a white polo muscle shirt, blue jeans and sandals. Maybe a size 9 1/2 or 10 foot. Very nice. I immediately decided it was much too early to leave after all and got a little more comfortable on the couch. The tall one in the black cowboy boots walked over and sat down next to me.
"Hey, whats your name?" he asked me.
"Tony." I said a little shakily.
"My names Curtis and that's Kevin," He said as he pointed to his buddy. Kevin nodded and smiled.
"What you up too?" Curtis said in an attempt to make small talk.
"Not much,"
"I've never seen you here before."
"Yeah, first time." I smiled.
"Well, what are you into? You a giver or a taker?" Looking confused I asked what he meant.
"You know, do you like to receive or do you like to give? Do you want my feet in your face or do you want to stick yours in mine?"
Taken aback a bit, I was unsure of what to say. "Uh, I like to receive, I guess. I'm not the real dominant type."
"Thats cool.," He said. "Would you like to see my feet? I'm not sure if I'm you're type or not, but if you're into feet, everyone is pretty much your type huh?"
I smiled and said nothing.
"Look," he said with a real look of concern on his face, "This is a legit place. Nobody's gonna hurt you or anything. And if you're worried about these guys looking at ya--who cares? I'd like to make you feel good is all, and if you're scared, I'll just leave you alone, okay? I wanna make you comfortable. So whattaya say? Interested? I'll only do what you want me to do. We could even go to the dark room if you want to."
"The dark room?" I said with a perplexed look on my face.
"Yeah, its the last room on the hall. Its completely dark and its pretty much no-holds-barred. You can do what you wanna do."
"Thanks, I appreciate that. I think here will be okay though," I smiled. "I've just never done anything like this before and I'm a bit jumpy."
Part 5-
Curtis had me lay on the floor at his boots and he slowly had me pull them off. I smelled the insides of them as I laid them aside. Wow what a smell. The aroma was sweaty and leathery and smelled great. He put his right foot up on my chest and his left foot up under my nose. I smelled his wet gray sweat sock. He rubbed his toes under my nose and moved his foot around from side to side all over my face. He slowly moved his other foot from my chest slowly down to my crotch. He rubbed my crotch with his foot and I was quickly becoming aroused. I greedily munched on his sock in my face and grabbed his foot with my hands and held it to my mouth.
I licked and sucked at his foot. He shoved it into my mouth, though gently. He maneuvered his other foot to the waistline of my jeans and began to slowly force his foot into my jeans. He was caressing my cock through my underwear with his hot foot and I was close to exploding. I think Curtis sensed my pending release because he removed his foot from my face and crotch and stood up. He towered over me as I lay at his feet and he picked up one foot and pressed down firmly onto my chest. He smiled down at me and asked me what Id like him to do next. I grinned back up at him and said I was open to suggestions.
"How 'bout I call Kevin over?" he said. "We can both work you over a little. How 'bout that?"
"Okay, I guess so. Sure."
He glanced over to where Kevin was standing watching the other action, and motioned for him to come over. Kevin nodded and headed over. Once Kevin arrived he stopped and looked down at me. He smiled and looked over at Curtis who still had his foot planted squarely on my chest.
"Hey. You want us to give you a little Double-Team action?" Kevin said cockily.
"Yeah, I think Id like that a lot." I moaned.
Part 6-
Kevin and Curtis stood over me and glared. Kevin had taken off his sandals and kicked them to the side. Kevin reached down and grabbed my legs and Curtis grabbed my arms. As Kevin held my legs up and apart his placed his bare foot on my crotch and started to apply pressure. Curtis also pulled my arms up and apart and placed his sweaty socked foot right on my face. He smeared it around and applied pressure as well. My God, I was in heaven. I just knew that I was gonna spew any second.
Suddenly, I noticed Travis, the young man from the couch I'd stared at earlier, and he was also standing there staring down at me. He grinned down at me again and didn't say a word. He simply raised his bare foot and brought it down on my chest. Gently at first, but soon with a bit more pressure. That was it. I couldn't hold it anymore, I shot my load and God it felt great. My three musketeers seemed happy that I was happy and just up and walked away. I lay there for a good 5 minutes and finally got up and went home.
Needless to say, I've been back to Club Fetish many, many times.
